Are we truly happy? We say that we are, even smile as we say the words. Those words that are so sour to our tongues and constricting to our hearts. As far as I'm concerned there have only ever been few times that I actually meant them. Sincerely meant that I was happy. Such few times that my smile didn't feel like that of a two year old with an orange peal grin spread under my lips and over my teeth.
At times you think you're happy. Everything is content and the hectic waves of your heart are Finlay at rest and the horizon is glowing tantalizingly in the distance, but it's only the illusion of happiness.
What if true happiness didn't lie beyond the horizon but directly on those hectic waves. Those life changing obstacles. What if the scary part is only nervously gazing up at the mountain and the happy part was being at the top. Not on the other side knowing that you did it, though granted that deserves massive amounts of applause and in my case partying, but looking down at the good things to come and looking back at the scary things that were.
Unless your afraid of heights. In that case, Good Luck.
Friday, August 12, 2011
I Hope You're Not Afraid of Heights!
Posted by Julianna at 4:42 PM
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